Hard day for no reason

I should have known this day would be jacked up when I went to bed at a reasonable hour--and then woke up at 2 am in horrible pain. I could not even poinpoint what exactly the problem was--I just ached and stung all over. Mostly it was in my upper back, but it was so intense that I could not get enough relief to sleep. I gobbled a bunch of ibuprofen but still could not get back to sleep until almost 5 am.

I did not know what was wrong with me--my back hurt, my neck hurt and after being a while, my head hurt. It was awful

And of course, that put me off my schedule this morning. I must have gotten comfortable enough to sleep because the next thing I knew it was 9:30. I rushed to work, mentally rearranging my day, as I had to get in 8.5 hours today, but I also had to get in an hour of spinning, sometime between 5:10 and 6:30.

Yeah, that did not work out so well. I could not make it very long at work. I hurt so bad, my ears were teared up with stingi-ness. I ended up coming home at noon, taking a heavy duty pain killer and going to bed.

When I woke up, I felt great, so I managed to go spin, then to the farm. That is one thing that never can get skipped, there is never a day off, no matter how you feel. I needed to bring a round bale of hay to the house, hook up the trailer, take Sly over there and tease mares, etc.

So little of that happened. I managed to get the hay here, but after that, I was struck down pretty hard. Just looking at everything I had to do made me feel even worse. I took the truck back to the farm to get the trailer, stopping on the way to figure out what the deal is with the fence at the house, which is allowing the horses to get into the back yard. This is what I was treated to last nite when I got home--and again tonight, of course. Sly, Twist and Fonzie all in the back yard. Last nite, the walk gate from the yard to the pasture was standing wide open--we are so waterlogged, they were able to shove the post so that it was almost out of the ground--and it is set three feet in the found and in concrete and has been fine for 9 years. Now it is so wet that it actually wobbles.

Twist and Sly were easy to send back through the gate, but Fonzie was another story. He was putting on a show for me.


He was full of himself for sure. I have no idea what got into him. But at least I got some funny pictures.

You can imagine all the damage they did to my yard...I fell in divots full of water that were so deep, I had mud on my damn knees.

So anyway, I figured out that the jump line for the hotwire at the front walk gate is completely fubared--sliced in half, I have no idea why. And that makes it too short to reattach. I will have to put new on altogether. Hopefully, the boys do not notice that if they can get out of the pasture into the backyard, they can get elsewhere as well. I will tend to that in the morning, God willing, if I am not dead from these horrible aches.

I got back to the farm and tried to hook up the trailer. Did that work? No. Why not? Because Barry parked it in such a place that I had to drive through mud to hook it up. Not only was it at a jacked up angle that took several efforts to get lined up, then I got stuck in the mud. To hell with it.

Then I noticed that Grandpa was still penned in his run, and needed to be let out. That necessitated me tromping through the mud in my Crocs and socks. I do not have any mud boots as I cannot get regular boots to fit my fat right foot--I cannot pull them on. I try to avoid this kind of nastiness, but it is not always possible. What should have been a two minute job was twenty minutes of having my shoes pulled off in the mud, and having to find them again. I just wanted to give up, lay down and cry right there in the mud.

Of course, that is when company showed up. Story of my life.

So fence was not fixable tonight, trailer not gettable, and I still hurt. The tractor is still here at the house, the truck is at the farm, I have no clean shoes, and I probably will not be able to figure out where the truck is in the morning, or why the tractor is here. I might even back into it with my car before I notice that.

On a good note, Tequila is improving my leaps and bounds. She is even gaining weight.




The verdict on my illness is carb withdrawal. No one told me about this. It sucks bad. Supposedly, I have only 48 hours of this hell, so I am almost halfway through. I sure hope so, I do not have time for this lunacy.

I am hunting a Vicodin and going to bed.